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sound of charging footsteps came from the corridor outside. Vicky raced for the kitchen and grabbed the gun off the worktop. Throwing it toward Tristen, she yelled, “Get out of here.” As though he didn’t need telling twice, Tristen gripped the gun tightly in his hand and began to scramble out of the window. Vicky watched him go with tears in her eyes. She stood shaking as she heard the crashing at the front door where her cop co-workers were trying to batter down the door. Tristen took one last look at her through the window and she saw her own emotions reflected on his face. Holding back the tears she gave a weak wave. Tristen looked as though he was forcing himself as he turned and began to climb down the ladder that was the fire escape.
 
                    The front door burst open and Paul appeared in the doorway. He held a gun in front of him which he pointed around the room. Vicky threw her hands up quickly to show that he didn’t need to shoot her but his hands instantly dropped when he realized who he was looking at. Other cops poured in around him as he moved toward her and demanded to know if she was alright. Another cop shouted toward her,
 
    “Where is he?” Vicky could do nothing more than point at the window. The cop rushed to it and glanced down. When his head came back in he was shaking it from side to side.            
    “He got away.” Vicky faked a disappointed expression but inside her stomach was doing summersaults. She couldn’t help feeling relieved that he’d escaped.

 
    Chapter Eight

Vicky sat in the interrogation room looking at the mirror that was really a window. She clasped her hands in front of her on the table waiting for someone to finally coming and question her. She had been waiting for almost ten minutes and it was starting to get boring. She guessed they were trying to find someone who was willing to question a person they had known for her whole career.
              The door opened and Paul walked in. Vicky expected him to sit down in the chair opposite her but he simply walked to her left and leaned his back against the wall looking down at her. A woman came in after him. She was a tall, beefy looking woman in a grey suit that looked as though it was only just big enough for her. Her straw blonde hair was pinned back in a tight bun at the back of her head and her expression was strict. Vicky gulped as she looked at Kim. Out of all the cops in the station it had to be her. Kim was one of the very few people that Vicky hated. She was hot headed and did everything in her power to get things out of the people who Vicky would call her victims. She reminded Vicky of a snake. Her eyes pierced Vicky as she walked in, placed a report folder on the table and sat down in the chair opposite her.
“Well Vicky,” Kim smirked slyly, “I never thought I would have the pleasure of interrogating you.”
“Well you better enjoy it Kim because this will be the last time.” Vicky scowled at her with open hatred. She had no time for the woman. She didn’t agree with any of the woman’s morals or methods of getting her work done.     
               “Well if you’re so eager to get started then I guess we better had.” Kim laughed as she opened up the file in front of her and read a little before closing it again and looking back at Vicky, “It seems you were the head on this investigation.”
“That’s right.” Vicky replied with a nod.
“It’s a little odd that you end up in the apartment where you claimed Tristen was after being missing for two days yet when we searched the apartment we found a duffel bag filled with your clothes.”
“He knew I was close to catching him so he caught me first.” Vicky replied calmly. She kept her hands still on the table and stared Kim straight in the face. There was no way she was going to give this bitch anything.
“So you’re saying he kidnapped you?” Kim asked.